Reflected glass in the upside down lake of the void. Then came ripples of written pages, filled with truths and falsities of lost loves, forgotten fools, and followed sages. The only way out was to submerge the darkest depths, for all was illusion. It was in that darkness, she would find her light; long sought happiness, inner peace, and strength she never knew she possessed.
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